Luyện nghe bài hát The Tribute To Manila

a neon cross on the tower
is shining over manila's
they are standing and selling
their dolls bodies
she said she is twelve old
and her is arlene
on her left
are small scares to see
beutiful faces and the of the flash
40 for a life without choice
when the is abating
and a sober coldness through her creeps
she has the feeling to set her
that crawling skin free
so arlene at her arms
a cut with the razor blade
empty look tired and depressed
unnamed glow in the eyes of
but ghostly white are still waiting
blow up forever the fat old
I wish to hear a voice that
should be sent into hell
they should be sent to the

oh arlene don't cut
no cuts
no to death no
no more